for me there are two sucky things about traveling: 1) packing, 2) coming back. about the latter, i end up feeling anti-social. i want to hide from most people. and once i'm discovered it turns into a broken record: "oh my god, you're back! how was it? what was your favorite part?" and the only words i can find are "it was amazing." i struggle to find a follow-up sentence to that phrase. everything i enjoyed about my trip to japan was internal and intangible. attempting to put it into words feels silly, but still, i try. it was the people. it was the bright lights. it was the food. it was the fact that i was off of work for two weeks. but mostly it was the funny feeling i felt when i stood around completely lost and completely aware of myself at the same time. it was...

this:

traditional kimonos in the midst of modern life


goth girls with LV bags


school girls


funky fashion in the trains


amber


the crosswalk in shibuya


cute japanese girls with blonde hair


there were a lot of them


like...a LOT


guys with really nice hair


his ensemble


this older lady


people that were kind enough to walk us to our destination


harajuku girls


performers at yoyogi park


japanese greasers


more harajuku girls


vivienne weswood? comme des garcons?


shit like this


the lights


their toilets


being completely lost


i never wanted to be found.